Life is a transit camp and moments are caged
In our imprisonment for what we are gauged
When every act ,every move is properly paged
Without our desire and our liking we are staged
People in robes tell that we are accounted for
We listen to their malicious sermons and snore
Apparently born free but we are behind the bar
To this vicious circle for forgiveness we implore
God is so merciful and just sparingly forgives
Only He is the one who knows our all motives
He loves us not just as captives but as real natives
He rewards us for our all intentions and initiatives
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Life is a transit camp and moments are caged
In our imprisonment for what we are gauged
When every act ,every move is properly paged
Without our desire and our liking we are staged
People in robes tell that we are accounted for
We listen to their malicious sermons and snore
Apparently born free but we are behind the bar
To this vicious circle for forgiveness we implore
God is so merciful and just sparingly forgives
Only He is the one who knows our all motives
He loves us not just as captives but as real natives
He rewards us for our all intentions and initiatives
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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